[NSFW] musesandlyrics | 6.5. Grace Jones quote
6.5. "Forget health clinics and gyms. Sex is the best cure. One good night of sex and your problems are gone."
Grace Jones
Co-written with geniuscowboy
[Follows Miami Medical episode 1x06 "Calle Cubana"]
Not one member of Miami Trauma One could deny it had been an intense - and shocking - day. One of their own struck down on their own territory... Chris still couldn't believe what had happened. To Tuck of all people. It just didn't seem fair. But simultaneous, he knew he had come to know Serena well enough to know she was going to be more than beating herself up for probably about every single event of the day that just spiralled out of control from the minute Chris called in the stabbing victim. Or should he say stabbing perp? As soon as Proctor mentioned he had told Serena to go home, Chris was onto it. He was worried about her... more than worried. It just was even more evident when she nearly wet herself from the mere sound of his footsteps in the carpark.
He couldn't be sure exactly what it was that made him offer to drive her home, keep her company. It was too much to really analyse all in one go and in the wake of all they had been through. He wasn't lying when he said he needed company too. He had been the one to bring the guy in, and Tuck had been a friend for years. It was a bad day all around, but he knew Serena hadn't learnt yet to separate herself from guilt and blame that came with trauma surgery. Chris knew the feeling well; it used to plague him often in his early days as a resident. These days, he often came off as indifferent or blasé to such events. It was a fallacy. He cared, deeply, he just knew he had to turn it off and leave it at the door of the hospital or he would go mental... perhaps even end up like Rayner.
Now back at Serena's place, Chris exited her kitchen just as she was flopping down onto her sofa after taking a shower. He smiled, handing her a large mug of tea and an Oreo he dug out of a cookie jar shoved to the back of her cupboard. Hopefully it wasn't six years old. He sat down beside her, watching her closely as he cleared his throat. "It's okay to be spooked, you know. It'll start feeling better in a few days," he told her and sipped his own tea. "You won't shake the guilt, though. That's just something you need to learn to wear like a scar."
Serena was still bewildered as to why Chris was there, but she couldn't deny she needed him right at that moment. And right that moment he was a real guy, and she knew he wasn't a psychopath. Just there was the whole thing where he was her Chief Resident and they weren't supposed to be in any kind of relationship. Not to mention the fact he'd been getting through most of the day with just one shoe. The other was in the apartment of some waitress hussy that was cheating on her partner with Chris.
She really wanted her brain to just shut down and stop with the stupid thoughts. If it wasn't about Todd and his stupid hula girl, it was about Chris. She accepted the tea with a small smile, and then managed a laugh at the accompanying Oreo. She'd shoved them to the back of the cupboard in a moment of weakness, but now she was glad to have had a cookie in the house. And to have a man that even knew where to find them.
Serena gave a nod before she bit down on her lip, not sure if she was actually going to cry or not. Instead she waited for him to sit next to her before scooting closer and resting her head on his shoulder as she took a bite of the Oreo. "He played me. He totally played me, and I didn't see through it. Just because he called me cute! How dumb do I have to be?"
"Uh-ah. Correction. He played us all," Chris pointed out and put his free arm around her, giving her a small squeeze before he started to rub her upper arm softly. "Remember who brought him in, yeah? I totally got played, too. Tuck got played. It was one whole big avalanche of play going on there. You just got swept up in it, because you're a good doctor, Serena. You wanted to help him, and you had no reason to believe anything but the fact he needed help. Would you have not saved him, operated on him, if he looked like a pig's butt and called you a weiner?"
Serena scrunched her nose a little before she shook her head as best she could with her head on his shoulder. "I still would have saved him. Just wouldn't have maybe taken such an interest. I might not even have known about the tattoo. And then where would be? He could be out there still hurting people." She looked down at the tea resting on her thigh and sucked in a breath. "I just feel like... I feel like maybe he should come after me. Or he was going to. I don't know. He got Tuck! I just can't believe it. Turk didn't deserve that. He's the sweetest person in the world."
Chris bit down on his lips with a small sigh. "Is it your fault he's a criminal? An attempted murderer? No. Alright? Hey, look at me," he coaxed, giving her a small nudge. "No one deserves it. Things just happen. All the time. If they didn't, we'd be out of work, no one would need to be helped or saved. You just need to take this and learn from it. You take it and try to explain it or justify it, you'll go crazy. You'll doubt yourself, you'll find yourself starting to balk in surgeries, wonder if you're doing the right or wrong thing. I know you're thinking you did the wrong thing saving him, but next time you try and make that call, you might not save an innocent person. You aren't the law or the police. You do your job and let them do theirs. He won't be capable of coming after you."
Serena reluctantly lifted her head to meet his gaze, her blue eyes wide as they searched his. "I just don't know how to not care. You told me to connect with patients, but look what happens when I do! They're complete psychos. They create even more patients for us, they hurt us." She pushed out a slow breath and tried to calm herself. "I'm sorry, I really will stop now. I just can't stop picturing Tuck on the floor of the laundry room, or how that bastard just kept smiling, and he knew! He knew the whole time what he'd done."
"That wasn't connecting, that was flirt city. And no one can blame you, he was playing you, remember? I'm not going to try and make you feel worse here, but just... I don't know, learn how to play hard to get? Patients, well, I suppose I can only advise to wait until they aren't your patient anymore. It's never a safe ground to tread, no matter how sweet they're being. In general, though, he could have played you in a pub or a bar or the supermarket. He was an evil bastard, Serena. You just need to be careful. Slow things down to get to know someone before you start deciding it might be nice to have a warm body to snuggle up to tonight because a dude is complimenting you. I get it. Life of a surgeon with our hours can be lonely, it seems hard to do the whole romance and finding someone thing. But... chill. You're young. You'll find someone," Chris assured her gently.
Serena could feel the guilt start to show on her face as she glanced at Chris. "I wasn't... I didn't really want him. Not like that. The attention was nice, but it's not really why I did it. It's just you only had one shoe. You were in some waitress' apartment. I didn't really know what that meant other than you kind of did lose your leverage. And I guess I wanted to know that I was allowed to maybe come in with only one shoe, too. But not with a patient. That was just a bit wrong. It was bad timing. Really bad timing. He was just there when I needed someone. I was ripe to be played." She dropped her gaze back down before taking a sip of tea now that she had no cookie to munch on. She didn't want to admit to having maybe found someone. Her mind was just split in so many directions. And most of them involved the man next to her. "Someone that can fix my clicker."
"Married waitress," Chris corrected with a soft snort. It was easy to be amused after the fact, but when he felt that hand on his arm in the dark alley that morning, he really did nearly shit himself that he was going to end up with a knife in his gut. It was maybe just a hint of a wake up call, even if he wouldn't admit to it. He put his hand up to rub his fingers slowly across his forehead in some small massaging motions. "Please tell me you didn't bow to the flirting because of me, because that really isn't fair," he had to point out.
Serena reached her hand up to nudge his out of the way so she could replace his fingers with hers and help Chris with the massage. It was the least she could do since he was willing to come and hang out at her place. They had yet to get to the old movies, but they were at least getting the first part right. "No, of course not. Just everything seemed to act like dominoes today. One thing triggered another thing, and it just kept going."
"That's trauma for you," Chris murmured. He turned his head slightly so he could sweep his eyes over her face with a hint of concern. He didn't want to go overboard with the niggling away at where she was already sensitive. He wasn't a fan of that when people tried it on with him, so he didn't want to do it to her. He felt that all over lethargy just bubbling under the skin. Served him right for turning up to a shift on no sleep. But he had needed some fun the night before; it had been a tough few weeks and the fun was on offer. Hell, if he had only known she wasn't as single as she made out to be. It was only supposed to be a random one nighter, not lead to his friend and colleague getting stabbed in the heart. He got hit by a wave of emotion and averted his eyes so he could keep hold of his composure, clearing his throat. "I don't regret the shoe thing. Other than the fact I really liked the shoes. Sometimes we just need to let our hair out, not be scared of our own shadow because we see the worst of the worst in medical cases."
Serena traced her fingers down the side of his face before she cupped her cheek and turned his face back towards her. She shifted enough to set the tea down on the side table she had behind her sofa, and leaned forward to kiss Chris softly. She was exhausted emotionally, and she was still on edge after the day's events. She still couldn't actually believe it had been one day. Serena did know that she was grateful to Chris for being by her side through it all. She couldn't have done it without him.
Over the course of the day, Chris had found strange thoughts jumping into his head. Things like wondering how Eva and Proctor would take a revelation that Chris had slept with Serena, or wondering if it was even possible to pull of something more than friends with benefits. It had been a long time since he had stuck with anything long enough to classify it as a relationship. Proof was in the lost shoe. A casual sex life suited him, it suited his spontaneous persona. But as he had watched Serena interacting with the patient, flirting with him, he had gotten an unsettled feeling in his gut. It hadn't felt right, and he had always been taught to trust his gut. Turns out the guy was a psycho, so his gut was right, but it also told him that she wanted more, she wanted the whole package. It showed in how easy it was for her to accept affection... because she needed it. Chris just didn't know if he was the right person to give it. It had to come with loads of mess, right? But even as the train of thought returned, he found himself kissing her back, deeply and almost hungrily. There was an urge there to be close to her, to not be alone. It wasn't hanging out, it wasn't old movies. Did he even want to know what it was?
Serena did want more, she couldn't deny it. Chris had managed to give some of it to her without probably meaning to, and now she was maybe reading all his signals wrong. If they were even signals. Chris could be affectionate once you got in under the playboy veneer, and cheeky grin. Not that she actually minded either of those things. They were part of what made Chris who he was. And they were part of what made him addictive. She followed his lead as the kiss deepened, matching his hunger when she knew he was willing to respond. Serena moved closer to him, the kiss breaking only when she became desperate for air. She caught her breath for a moment before she trailed kiss along his jaw and pushed her fingers up into his hair. "Come to bed with me," she breathed against his ear.
There were a few cheeky comments revolving around missing shoes and old movies on the tip of his tongue, but he bit them back. It was reflexive to make a joke when he wasn't completely sure about a situation. But in saying that, if he was sure about doing an unknown waitress who turned out to be a complete disaster, how could he not be okay with Serena? He knew her, they trusted each other, it was a sure thing. And it was comfort. Not denying both of them needed that right then. Maybe old movies and hanging out would just have to come later. He shifted with a nod, kicking his feet out of the shoes that weren't his that had been pinching his toes most of the day. He was never going to live the grandpa shoes down, same as he was never going to live the missing shoe down. It would fuel the piss-pulling for weeks and he hadn't even copped anything off Eva about it yet. He stood up and held his hand out for her so he could help her up and offered her a small smile. "Sure you just don't have a fetish for your patients, Dr Warren?" he had to tease, just to lighten things a tiny bit. It was still fresh in his mind how she had helped him out just a few days prior when he fell sick with the draining stomach flu. Probably another reason why he was determined to have a good time at Calle Cubana, once he could stomach more than fluid when it settled down. He had gone right out and ordered a huge burger at the diner... with the waitress.
Serena looked down at his feet as she got up, a smirk tugging at her lips when she met his gaze and took his hand. "No, I just have a fetish for men who lose both shoes. It was the barefoot thing that really did it for me." Serena hadn't forgotten how Chris had been while he was sick, and she supposed a part of her knew why he was trying to re-establish his sense of self and keeping away from her. The hurling test really would have taken them somewhere else that probably neither of them had been ready for. Serena still wasn't sure what they were doing, but she just knew that she needed to feel something positive, and Chris had a way of bringing it out in her. She also didn't have to pretend with him. He knew what had happened, he got it. He felt it. As soon as she was standing Serena kissed him again, her arms wrapping around his middle.
Chris embraced her in return, the kiss this time a lot slower and softer. He started to walk them backwards, in the direction of her bedroom. It wasn't like he hadn't been here before, he was just glad that this time, he wasn't being led to her bed because he could barely remain on his feet from feeling so sick. He definitely, definitely, did not have any plans on hurling on her tonight. His stomach might be niggling about certain things, but it had nothing to do with a flu. His hands slipped up underneath the loose t-shirt she had put on after the shower, feeling her warm skin under his finger tips as he caressed her abdomen. The rough morning felt like a lifetime ago. He was more than ready to at least try to purge some of it from his system. His other hand slipped into her long, soft hair and he moved on to cup her cheek to stroke it with his thumb. He was still somehow managing to maneuvere them towards the bedroom, thankful she wasn't the sort to take a liking to having a lot of shelves or tables in her walking areas.
Chris was still wearing his scrubs top, and Serena started to tug it up. His skin was also warm under her fingertips and she moaned against his mouth. He was real, he was there, and he'd fixed her clicker. In her mind it kept coming back to her as a significant event, and she had no idea why. Just that Chris was there - and still was - when she needed someone. Needed him. They made it to her room, and Serena had no issues with Chris being on top of her again. There were times when it was the reverse, or he was behind her, but now, right at that moment she needed the security of having him on top. There really was a lot to be said for missionary when it was done right. The kiss deepened as she started to move back onto the bed, pausing just as she knelt on it and moved her hands to the fly of his jeans. The top could come off after, when he didn't have his hands under hers because she really didn't want to stop him from touching her.
Chris paused once they reached the bed, and typically being a doctor, took a moment to tug his wallet from the back pocket of his jeans to pull a condom out of it. He was never the sort to just rely on a girl having them on hand. His mom had been one of those who raised her son to take account for his own actions, even if Chris could still painfully remember the first birds and bees talk with his dad when he was given his first pack of condoms to be on the safe side. Seems his parents knew him better than they thought, considering how he grew up. He took care of his shirt too, just to keep the momentum going. Momentum wasn't something he really wanted to think about considering his failure earlier. But his hands were soon back on her, cupped around her hips as he tugged her close up against him again and started to pick up the kiss where it left off now the scrubs shirt was turfed to the side and condom was in easy reach for when they needed it. Slipping them back up under the shirt, he realised she hadn't bothered with a bra after the shower. He couldn't blame her, they had to suck for chicks if you just wanted to lazy around and relax. But all the better for him, too. He growled softly, eagerly when he cupped his hand over her breast and swept his thumb across her nipple. This sort of company he could really get used to.
Serena's palms smoothed over his shoulders and chest now that he was shirtless and she hummed in appreciation. He always did feel good. He was fit, and he was warm, and he was just the right kind of muscular. She was soon working on the fly of his jeans again though as they picked the kiss back up, arching her back slightly as her nipples hardened in response to his teasing. There were moments at work where she was sure she was going to get caught out one day. She just had to look at him sometimes and her nipples reacted. She'd taken to shoving pads down the front of her bras just in case. It was embarrassing and if Chris ever knew she'd die. If Proctor ever knew, she'd die several times over. She didn't bring Proctor up this time though, not wanting to kill the mood. She got his jeans open, and gently pushed them down over his hips before her hands moved around to give his ass a squeeze.
The kiss broke again and Chris smiled his typical cheeky smile against her lips and pushed his jeans down further to be able to wriggle out of them. His belt buckle made a soft chinking sound when he kicked the pants aside too, and when he gently took her in his arms again, he lowered her back on the bed, kneeling over her. He kissed over her jaw to her throat, sucking softly on the skin there as he rocked his hips against her leg. "You taste good," he purred huskily, his breath tickling her skin the wake of his tongue. He was playing with her hair again, even if that arm was bracing him above her, it was long enough for him to still be able to thread his fingers through the ends of the blonde strands. His other hand hooked into her panties and he tugged them down over her hips while he trailed his tongue along the smooth curve of her throat and collarbone. If this was anyone else, he would probably just assume he was hot to go because he had been cut off that morning. But it was Serena, and he knew that his body's stirring wasn't anything to do with being cut off by some other faceless waitress.
"You feel good," she returned in a whisper. She smiled up at him, taking a moment to absorb Chris above her before she shifted to help him get her panties off. She moaned softly and arched her back with pleasure at the feel of his lips, her fingers knotting in his hair. The feel of him hard against her leg sent a burst of arousal through her, the heat pooling between her thighs. She was wet, and had been since the first kiss. She couldn't help it, he always did it for her. One hand swept down his back as she felt his muscles moving beneath his skin, and she slipped it between their bodies to tease along his abdomen, hinting at the fact she wanted to go lower, but not quite. "Take my shirt off. Please."
Chris exhaled roughly with another soft growl. He wasn't sure how they were both going to feel in the wake of this, but without a doubt they needed it. His fingers hooked up under the hem of her t-shirt and he pushed it up her slender body, thumb sweeping against her skin teasingly as he did. He eased it off, careful not to catch her chin or nose in the collar of it and then dropped it down the side of the bed on top of his own clothing. She was almost naked now, he just had to get those panties the last distance down her legs, which he moved onto without hesitation. He smiled down at her, and rested some of his weight against her so they were connected and dipped his head, kissing over her breast and tracing his tongue around her nipple before starting to suck it sofly. He hummed soflty in appreciation when his fingers brushed over her hip and then lower to the soft curls at the peak of her legs. God he was horny, and so hard for her. The adrenaline of the day was starting to niggle inside him again and he could feel the soft electric bolts of arousal across his skin. He wished he could kiss and touch over her body all at the same time, but he didn't want to rush this. There was no need to rush anything.
Serena couldn't remember the last time they'd taken their time, or even if they had ever taken their time. There had been sporadic moments of foreplay dotted through their encounters, but nothing like this. This was about contact, and needing each other, and the sheer powerful arousal that seemed to have taken over both of them. Serena was just as keen to touch every inch of him at once, and she opened her legs further as she snaked one around his so that they were more connected. Her hand finally brushed along his cock and she sucked in a breath with how hard he was, almost pulsing under her touch. And all because of her. The knowledge made her let out a sound like a purr and she circled her fingers around his tip, smiling a little as she watched him. His blue eyes were almost dark as she met his gaze, the cheeky glint they normally held swallowed by lust. Her tongue darted out to wet her lips and she fought the urge to lift her hips.
It took a lot of effort for Chris not to just kneel there and start rocking enthusiastically against her hand. It was all it would take, if he let it. He was pretty sure they were beyond the line of just hand jobs, though. Hand jobs these days were more just isolated to when there was no time for anything else, and no time for losing the clothing. Speaking of, he had no choice but to break the contact momentarily so he could sit back and pull his boxers off. Grey Calvins, nothing exactly special, but nothing he wanted to stick around for the main show, either. He took the break to take the condom and tear the wrapper with his teeth. Just like a surgery, getting the prep out of the way before they got down to business. And then he was back, rubber now in place so it could be forgotten about, and he was lying between her legs, smiling softly down at her. He smoothed his hand down over her thigh so he could cup her cute little ass in his palm. Of course he had checked out her ass in the past. In fact, it was one of the first points he got to on the first day she arrived for the start of her residency. She just didn't know that.
Serena brushed her fingers against his cheek as she looked up at him, her stomach tightening briefly with the excitement of what would come. She bit her lip briefly, her eyes becoming hooded. This time there was no cataloguing of anatomy. She was getting to know Chris' body better than even her own, and the idea didn't scare her. In fact it just fuelled her because she wanted to know it; know him. She pulled him down for a kiss, her tongue teasing against his bottom lip as she sucked on it softly before deepening the kiss as her fingers pushed up into his hair, while her other hand slid back down to rest on is ass. The gray Calvins might not have been special, but there was nothing he couldn't make look good with an ass like this. She just preferred it naked, and in her bed. Her entire body seemed to start to tingle with anticipation, and her fingers tugged on his hair gently.
Chris was already a little breathless from arousal and he made sure she was at least in a comfy position first before he shifted and got comfortable between her legs. He figured there would be some serious disapproval if anyone at work got wind of this. First the fact she was the new resident, and then after his whole shoeless disaster hitting the grapevine gossip mill at burning pace it almost left skidmarks on the lino corridors. And considering how Proctor reacted to just Chris trying to cover Serena's ass after a mistake, he could well be risking his job here. They were things at the back of his mind that he wouldn't be entirely capable of shaking, but at that moment, they didn't matter. Two consenting adults, and all that. He caught her lips in another kiss, picking it up where it was left off while he found a position and then he embraced her close against him, entering her in a smooth thrust with a rough exhalation of breath at the feeling.
Serena clenched around him automatically as she held him in place while kissing him back, her fingers digging into his ass. He always felt amazing inside her even with the condom. He just seemed to fit just right. She knew all the dangers in what they were doing, especially if they were discovered but she was selfish enough to still want this for herself. To still want him. It didn't feel wrong, and maybe that was a sign. Surely if it was really that bad there was no way it would feel this natural. They just had this chemistry, even before they started to sleep together. And so far they could keep it out of the work place. No one was any the wiser. They just figured they were getting to be close friends. Only friends didn't make her moan and nearly want to come just from the first thrust.
Chris started to kiss her deeply again, losing himself in it as there was burning hunger behind it. Once she released him from preventing his movements, he started to move within her, finding an easy rhythm and grunting softly from the eager exertion. There was maybe a bit more intensity from being cut off that morning, but only in a physical sense. A penis could have a mind of its own sometimes and it really wasn't going to be opposing hitting a touchdown this time. They were moving intensely together already, finding a rhythm together and the sheets beneath them already becoming ruffled. He let his hand explore over her body, enjoying the smoothness of her skin. He was so wrapped around her, though, that it made access to certain parts of her difficult, but it just didn't matter. The emotions of the day surged forward to the forefront, that desperate need for comfort and company, and it was coming out in each and every thrust of his hips, like he just couldn't quite get deep enough inside her. And indeed, he growled softly in frustration, tucking his hand under her ass and pulling her up on the next downward thrust to afford him just a little more depth into her.
Serena's hands gripped onto Chris tightly as he drove deeper inside her, a moan of his name escaping her lips. Their bodies were already covered in fine sheen of perspiration, and Serena released her grip to slide her arms under his and sweep her hands down his back. He always didn't feel amazing. She tried not to moan on every thrust, but his name really did issue from her lips at least on every third. She couldn't help it. Her gaze stayed locked with his until she pulled him in for a deep kiss, making sure she lifted her hips to keep taking him deeper. She didn't want this to end, didn't want their bodies to stop being connected. It was reminding her just how much she really had needed the comfort and the connection with another human being. But not just anybody - Chris. The kiss broke, and her head fell back against the pillow as she arched her back with pleasure, her foot pressing against the bed.
Pushing back, Chris appreciated the view of her beneath him, aroused and writhing with pleasure. He was panting for breath and his tongue dipped out to quickly wet his lips. Holding himself up on one hand so he could still watched her like this but get leverage to maintain the heated rhythm they had between them. With his free hand, he teased his fingertips over the sweet curve of her breast and his thumb slipped down the sweep of her cleavage. He smiled appreciatively, his eyes shining as he bit down on his lip before leaning down to press some soft kisses in the wake of his fingers. It spurred on another wave of hunger in him, and her name fell huskily from his lips, rocking his hips forward in another deep thrust. Their damp skin slid together with ease, and he groaned when his mouth hungrily swept across her breasts. His arousal intensified and he increased his pace reflexively, kissing roughly up over her chest to her throat, her jaw, and finally reaching her mouth again. He smiled against her lips, the tip of his tongue brushing softly against the corner of them. "This beats popcorn and Casablanca, huh?" he joked in a breathless whisper before picking up the kiss again, his tongue seeking out hers when his hand lifted her leg up to his hip so he could cup her ass and squeeze it affectionately.
Serena managed a nod just before he kissed her again, unable to stop smiling for a moment before she pushed her tongue against his and moaned into his mouth. She didn't want to just lie there, she wanted to make sure he felt just as amazing as she did. Every touch of his fingers, or lips, or hands had her feeling like her skin was on fire and she couldn't get enough. She gave his ass a firm squeeze before sweeping her hand up his back, and scraping her fingernails back down over his skin. She couldn't help herself. There was a small part of her that wanted to make sure he left with a mark from their encounter. Something more permanent than a lost shoe, and something a little more private. They were all about keeping it secret, and she wasn't going to change that. Not if it meant jeopardising whatever it was they did have. She still felt like they were teetering on the line between friends and lovers, and she was scared to nudge them in either direction. All the physical sensations were starting to become too much though, and Serena let out another moan in warning. She was getting close, and squeezed her leg around him.
Chris might have a reputation as being a man whore or a player, but that didn't mean he wasn't an attentive lover. He could be, with the right person. Casual sex was just that, body parts, sweat, and orgasms. This wasn't that. They both knew it deep down, and although in the cold light of day, they might both put it down to comfort to make it easier to deal with, the truth was, there wasn't much better way for comfort and companionship than this... if you trusted each other. It helped relieve stress, and was a distraction to all they had gone through that day. Even in the preceding weeks. It had been a bit of a rollercoaster since Rayner crazed out on them and walked out buck naked. Then Proctor came, and he turned everything upside down. But that aside, even the cases they had in had been intense, and it was all a domino effect ending in Tuck getting stabbed right under their noses by one of their own patients. So what if this was more? After everything, maybe they'd had a few wake up calls of their own. He held her close, focusing on watching her face between some disjointed, hungry kisses that couldn't linger for how breathless they were. He kept his rhythm even and smooth, taking her and filling her completely with each roll of his hips. He nuzzled her cheek and then nudged her nose softly with his so she was forced to look up and meet his eyes. He smiled at her, searching her eyes. "Let it go, love," he coaxed in a hoarse whisper and then he was kissing her again, not roughly this time, his lips meeting hers warmly as he sucked softly on her lower lip.
Serena wasn't sure what got to her first. She needed the release after the day they'd had, the day she'd had. She'd been played, she'd found Tuck lying in his own blood... She'd been rocked to her very core. Chris had been there to pick her up. He'd helped pull her back together in the best way possible. She hadn't been able to avoid his gaze, and didn't even want to. Not until he kissed her again. Serena shifted her hands to push them up into his hair, and held him close as her back arched and she shuddered and trembled beneath him. Her inner muscles clenched tightly around Chris as she held him deep inside and the orgasm tore through her. The kiss broke as she whispered his name and looked up into his eyes, and she stroked her fingers down his cheek as her chest rose and fall with shallow breaths.
Chris's breath left him in a rush when it became impossible to fight off the arousal any longer. He dropped his head, looking down between them and catching a sight of them connected so intimately. Something sparked inside him; he didn't know what, he didn't think he would probably even let himself stop to analyse it, but it pushed him over the edge and with a few more intense thrusts, he stilled, groaning out her name as the shuddering climax rocked his whole body. It took a few moments in that blinded, post-orgasmic bliss to try and get his brain working again and he released the weight off his arms, lowering himself down onto her carefully and resting his head on her chest while he tried to catch his breath. He could feel her heart beating rapidly against his cheek, could even hear it, and he tucked his arm around hers, brushing his fingers across her slicked skin.
Serena sighed contentedly, her fingers combing through his hair as she looked down at him resting against her chest. Her tongue slipped out to wet her lips and it took a moment for her brain to kick in before she could speak. And even then she wasn't sure what she was supposed to say exactly, so she just said the one thing that was sitting at the forefront of her mind. "You fixed my clicker."
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Grace Jones
Co-written with geniuscowboy
[Follows Miami Medical episode 1x06 "Calle Cubana"]
Not one member of Miami Trauma One could deny it had been an intense - and shocking - day. One of their own struck down on their own territory... Chris still couldn't believe what had happened. To Tuck of all people. It just didn't seem fair. But simultaneous, he knew he had come to know Serena well enough to know she was going to be more than beating herself up for probably about every single event of the day that just spiralled out of control from the minute Chris called in the stabbing victim. Or should he say stabbing perp? As soon as Proctor mentioned he had told Serena to go home, Chris was onto it. He was worried about her... more than worried. It just was even more evident when she nearly wet herself from the mere sound of his footsteps in the carpark.
He couldn't be sure exactly what it was that made him offer to drive her home, keep her company. It was too much to really analyse all in one go and in the wake of all they had been through. He wasn't lying when he said he needed company too. He had been the one to bring the guy in, and Tuck had been a friend for years. It was a bad day all around, but he knew Serena hadn't learnt yet to separate herself from guilt and blame that came with trauma surgery. Chris knew the feeling well; it used to plague him often in his early days as a resident. These days, he often came off as indifferent or blasé to such events. It was a fallacy. He cared, deeply, he just knew he had to turn it off and leave it at the door of the hospital or he would go mental... perhaps even end up like Rayner.
Now back at Serena's place, Chris exited her kitchen just as she was flopping down onto her sofa after taking a shower. He smiled, handing her a large mug of tea and an Oreo he dug out of a cookie jar shoved to the back of her cupboard. Hopefully it wasn't six years old. He sat down beside her, watching her closely as he cleared his throat. "It's okay to be spooked, you know. It'll start feeling better in a few days," he told her and sipped his own tea. "You won't shake the guilt, though. That's just something you need to learn to wear like a scar."
Serena was still bewildered as to why Chris was there, but she couldn't deny she needed him right at that moment. And right that moment he was a real guy, and she knew he wasn't a psychopath. Just there was the whole thing where he was her Chief Resident and they weren't supposed to be in any kind of relationship. Not to mention the fact he'd been getting through most of the day with just one shoe. The other was in the apartment of some waitress hussy that was cheating on her partner with Chris.
She really wanted her brain to just shut down and stop with the stupid thoughts. If it wasn't about Todd and his stupid hula girl, it was about Chris. She accepted the tea with a small smile, and then managed a laugh at the accompanying Oreo. She'd shoved them to the back of the cupboard in a moment of weakness, but now she was glad to have had a cookie in the house. And to have a man that even knew where to find them.
Serena gave a nod before she bit down on her lip, not sure if she was actually going to cry or not. Instead she waited for him to sit next to her before scooting closer and resting her head on his shoulder as she took a bite of the Oreo. "He played me. He totally played me, and I didn't see through it. Just because he called me cute! How dumb do I have to be?"
"Uh-ah. Correction. He played us all," Chris pointed out and put his free arm around her, giving her a small squeeze before he started to rub her upper arm softly. "Remember who brought him in, yeah? I totally got played, too. Tuck got played. It was one whole big avalanche of play going on there. You just got swept up in it, because you're a good doctor, Serena. You wanted to help him, and you had no reason to believe anything but the fact he needed help. Would you have not saved him, operated on him, if he looked like a pig's butt and called you a weiner?"
Serena scrunched her nose a little before she shook her head as best she could with her head on his shoulder. "I still would have saved him. Just wouldn't have maybe taken such an interest. I might not even have known about the tattoo. And then where would be? He could be out there still hurting people." She looked down at the tea resting on her thigh and sucked in a breath. "I just feel like... I feel like maybe he should come after me. Or he was going to. I don't know. He got Tuck! I just can't believe it. Turk didn't deserve that. He's the sweetest person in the world."
Chris bit down on his lips with a small sigh. "Is it your fault he's a criminal? An attempted murderer? No. Alright? Hey, look at me," he coaxed, giving her a small nudge. "No one deserves it. Things just happen. All the time. If they didn't, we'd be out of work, no one would need to be helped or saved. You just need to take this and learn from it. You take it and try to explain it or justify it, you'll go crazy. You'll doubt yourself, you'll find yourself starting to balk in surgeries, wonder if you're doing the right or wrong thing. I know you're thinking you did the wrong thing saving him, but next time you try and make that call, you might not save an innocent person. You aren't the law or the police. You do your job and let them do theirs. He won't be capable of coming after you."
Serena reluctantly lifted her head to meet his gaze, her blue eyes wide as they searched his. "I just don't know how to not care. You told me to connect with patients, but look what happens when I do! They're complete psychos. They create even more patients for us, they hurt us." She pushed out a slow breath and tried to calm herself. "I'm sorry, I really will stop now. I just can't stop picturing Tuck on the floor of the laundry room, or how that bastard just kept smiling, and he knew! He knew the whole time what he'd done."
"That wasn't connecting, that was flirt city. And no one can blame you, he was playing you, remember? I'm not going to try and make you feel worse here, but just... I don't know, learn how to play hard to get? Patients, well, I suppose I can only advise to wait until they aren't your patient anymore. It's never a safe ground to tread, no matter how sweet they're being. In general, though, he could have played you in a pub or a bar or the supermarket. He was an evil bastard, Serena. You just need to be careful. Slow things down to get to know someone before you start deciding it might be nice to have a warm body to snuggle up to tonight because a dude is complimenting you. I get it. Life of a surgeon with our hours can be lonely, it seems hard to do the whole romance and finding someone thing. But... chill. You're young. You'll find someone," Chris assured her gently.
Serena could feel the guilt start to show on her face as she glanced at Chris. "I wasn't... I didn't really want him. Not like that. The attention was nice, but it's not really why I did it. It's just you only had one shoe. You were in some waitress' apartment. I didn't really know what that meant other than you kind of did lose your leverage. And I guess I wanted to know that I was allowed to maybe come in with only one shoe, too. But not with a patient. That was just a bit wrong. It was bad timing. Really bad timing. He was just there when I needed someone. I was ripe to be played." She dropped her gaze back down before taking a sip of tea now that she had no cookie to munch on. She didn't want to admit to having maybe found someone. Her mind was just split in so many directions. And most of them involved the man next to her. "Someone that can fix my clicker."
"Married waitress," Chris corrected with a soft snort. It was easy to be amused after the fact, but when he felt that hand on his arm in the dark alley that morning, he really did nearly shit himself that he was going to end up with a knife in his gut. It was maybe just a hint of a wake up call, even if he wouldn't admit to it. He put his hand up to rub his fingers slowly across his forehead in some small massaging motions. "Please tell me you didn't bow to the flirting because of me, because that really isn't fair," he had to point out.
Serena reached her hand up to nudge his out of the way so she could replace his fingers with hers and help Chris with the massage. It was the least she could do since he was willing to come and hang out at her place. They had yet to get to the old movies, but they were at least getting the first part right. "No, of course not. Just everything seemed to act like dominoes today. One thing triggered another thing, and it just kept going."
"That's trauma for you," Chris murmured. He turned his head slightly so he could sweep his eyes over her face with a hint of concern. He didn't want to go overboard with the niggling away at where she was already sensitive. He wasn't a fan of that when people tried it on with him, so he didn't want to do it to her. He felt that all over lethargy just bubbling under the skin. Served him right for turning up to a shift on no sleep. But he had needed some fun the night before; it had been a tough few weeks and the fun was on offer. Hell, if he had only known she wasn't as single as she made out to be. It was only supposed to be a random one nighter, not lead to his friend and colleague getting stabbed in the heart. He got hit by a wave of emotion and averted his eyes so he could keep hold of his composure, clearing his throat. "I don't regret the shoe thing. Other than the fact I really liked the shoes. Sometimes we just need to let our hair out, not be scared of our own shadow because we see the worst of the worst in medical cases."
Serena traced her fingers down the side of his face before she cupped her cheek and turned his face back towards her. She shifted enough to set the tea down on the side table she had behind her sofa, and leaned forward to kiss Chris softly. She was exhausted emotionally, and she was still on edge after the day's events. She still couldn't actually believe it had been one day. Serena did know that she was grateful to Chris for being by her side through it all. She couldn't have done it without him.
Over the course of the day, Chris had found strange thoughts jumping into his head. Things like wondering how Eva and Proctor would take a revelation that Chris had slept with Serena, or wondering if it was even possible to pull of something more than friends with benefits. It had been a long time since he had stuck with anything long enough to classify it as a relationship. Proof was in the lost shoe. A casual sex life suited him, it suited his spontaneous persona. But as he had watched Serena interacting with the patient, flirting with him, he had gotten an unsettled feeling in his gut. It hadn't felt right, and he had always been taught to trust his gut. Turns out the guy was a psycho, so his gut was right, but it also told him that she wanted more, she wanted the whole package. It showed in how easy it was for her to accept affection... because she needed it. Chris just didn't know if he was the right person to give it. It had to come with loads of mess, right? But even as the train of thought returned, he found himself kissing her back, deeply and almost hungrily. There was an urge there to be close to her, to not be alone. It wasn't hanging out, it wasn't old movies. Did he even want to know what it was?
Serena did want more, she couldn't deny it. Chris had managed to give some of it to her without probably meaning to, and now she was maybe reading all his signals wrong. If they were even signals. Chris could be affectionate once you got in under the playboy veneer, and cheeky grin. Not that she actually minded either of those things. They were part of what made Chris who he was. And they were part of what made him addictive. She followed his lead as the kiss deepened, matching his hunger when she knew he was willing to respond. Serena moved closer to him, the kiss breaking only when she became desperate for air. She caught her breath for a moment before she trailed kiss along his jaw and pushed her fingers up into his hair. "Come to bed with me," she breathed against his ear.
There were a few cheeky comments revolving around missing shoes and old movies on the tip of his tongue, but he bit them back. It was reflexive to make a joke when he wasn't completely sure about a situation. But in saying that, if he was sure about doing an unknown waitress who turned out to be a complete disaster, how could he not be okay with Serena? He knew her, they trusted each other, it was a sure thing. And it was comfort. Not denying both of them needed that right then. Maybe old movies and hanging out would just have to come later. He shifted with a nod, kicking his feet out of the shoes that weren't his that had been pinching his toes most of the day. He was never going to live the grandpa shoes down, same as he was never going to live the missing shoe down. It would fuel the piss-pulling for weeks and he hadn't even copped anything off Eva about it yet. He stood up and held his hand out for her so he could help her up and offered her a small smile. "Sure you just don't have a fetish for your patients, Dr Warren?" he had to tease, just to lighten things a tiny bit. It was still fresh in his mind how she had helped him out just a few days prior when he fell sick with the draining stomach flu. Probably another reason why he was determined to have a good time at Calle Cubana, once he could stomach more than fluid when it settled down. He had gone right out and ordered a huge burger at the diner... with the waitress.
Serena looked down at his feet as she got up, a smirk tugging at her lips when she met his gaze and took his hand. "No, I just have a fetish for men who lose both shoes. It was the barefoot thing that really did it for me." Serena hadn't forgotten how Chris had been while he was sick, and she supposed a part of her knew why he was trying to re-establish his sense of self and keeping away from her. The hurling test really would have taken them somewhere else that probably neither of them had been ready for. Serena still wasn't sure what they were doing, but she just knew that she needed to feel something positive, and Chris had a way of bringing it out in her. She also didn't have to pretend with him. He knew what had happened, he got it. He felt it. As soon as she was standing Serena kissed him again, her arms wrapping around his middle.
Chris embraced her in return, the kiss this time a lot slower and softer. He started to walk them backwards, in the direction of her bedroom. It wasn't like he hadn't been here before, he was just glad that this time, he wasn't being led to her bed because he could barely remain on his feet from feeling so sick. He definitely, definitely, did not have any plans on hurling on her tonight. His stomach might be niggling about certain things, but it had nothing to do with a flu. His hands slipped up underneath the loose t-shirt she had put on after the shower, feeling her warm skin under his finger tips as he caressed her abdomen. The rough morning felt like a lifetime ago. He was more than ready to at least try to purge some of it from his system. His other hand slipped into her long, soft hair and he moved on to cup her cheek to stroke it with his thumb. He was still somehow managing to maneuvere them towards the bedroom, thankful she wasn't the sort to take a liking to having a lot of shelves or tables in her walking areas.
Chris was still wearing his scrubs top, and Serena started to tug it up. His skin was also warm under her fingertips and she moaned against his mouth. He was real, he was there, and he'd fixed her clicker. In her mind it kept coming back to her as a significant event, and she had no idea why. Just that Chris was there - and still was - when she needed someone. Needed him. They made it to her room, and Serena had no issues with Chris being on top of her again. There were times when it was the reverse, or he was behind her, but now, right at that moment she needed the security of having him on top. There really was a lot to be said for missionary when it was done right. The kiss deepened as she started to move back onto the bed, pausing just as she knelt on it and moved her hands to the fly of his jeans. The top could come off after, when he didn't have his hands under hers because she really didn't want to stop him from touching her.
Chris paused once they reached the bed, and typically being a doctor, took a moment to tug his wallet from the back pocket of his jeans to pull a condom out of it. He was never the sort to just rely on a girl having them on hand. His mom had been one of those who raised her son to take account for his own actions, even if Chris could still painfully remember the first birds and bees talk with his dad when he was given his first pack of condoms to be on the safe side. Seems his parents knew him better than they thought, considering how he grew up. He took care of his shirt too, just to keep the momentum going. Momentum wasn't something he really wanted to think about considering his failure earlier. But his hands were soon back on her, cupped around her hips as he tugged her close up against him again and started to pick up the kiss where it left off now the scrubs shirt was turfed to the side and condom was in easy reach for when they needed it. Slipping them back up under the shirt, he realised she hadn't bothered with a bra after the shower. He couldn't blame her, they had to suck for chicks if you just wanted to lazy around and relax. But all the better for him, too. He growled softly, eagerly when he cupped his hand over her breast and swept his thumb across her nipple. This sort of company he could really get used to.
Serena's palms smoothed over his shoulders and chest now that he was shirtless and she hummed in appreciation. He always did feel good. He was fit, and he was warm, and he was just the right kind of muscular. She was soon working on the fly of his jeans again though as they picked the kiss back up, arching her back slightly as her nipples hardened in response to his teasing. There were moments at work where she was sure she was going to get caught out one day. She just had to look at him sometimes and her nipples reacted. She'd taken to shoving pads down the front of her bras just in case. It was embarrassing and if Chris ever knew she'd die. If Proctor ever knew, she'd die several times over. She didn't bring Proctor up this time though, not wanting to kill the mood. She got his jeans open, and gently pushed them down over his hips before her hands moved around to give his ass a squeeze.
The kiss broke again and Chris smiled his typical cheeky smile against her lips and pushed his jeans down further to be able to wriggle out of them. His belt buckle made a soft chinking sound when he kicked the pants aside too, and when he gently took her in his arms again, he lowered her back on the bed, kneeling over her. He kissed over her jaw to her throat, sucking softly on the skin there as he rocked his hips against her leg. "You taste good," he purred huskily, his breath tickling her skin the wake of his tongue. He was playing with her hair again, even if that arm was bracing him above her, it was long enough for him to still be able to thread his fingers through the ends of the blonde strands. His other hand hooked into her panties and he tugged them down over her hips while he trailed his tongue along the smooth curve of her throat and collarbone. If this was anyone else, he would probably just assume he was hot to go because he had been cut off that morning. But it was Serena, and he knew that his body's stirring wasn't anything to do with being cut off by some other faceless waitress.
"You feel good," she returned in a whisper. She smiled up at him, taking a moment to absorb Chris above her before she shifted to help him get her panties off. She moaned softly and arched her back with pleasure at the feel of his lips, her fingers knotting in his hair. The feel of him hard against her leg sent a burst of arousal through her, the heat pooling between her thighs. She was wet, and had been since the first kiss. She couldn't help it, he always did it for her. One hand swept down his back as she felt his muscles moving beneath his skin, and she slipped it between their bodies to tease along his abdomen, hinting at the fact she wanted to go lower, but not quite. "Take my shirt off. Please."
Chris exhaled roughly with another soft growl. He wasn't sure how they were both going to feel in the wake of this, but without a doubt they needed it. His fingers hooked up under the hem of her t-shirt and he pushed it up her slender body, thumb sweeping against her skin teasingly as he did. He eased it off, careful not to catch her chin or nose in the collar of it and then dropped it down the side of the bed on top of his own clothing. She was almost naked now, he just had to get those panties the last distance down her legs, which he moved onto without hesitation. He smiled down at her, and rested some of his weight against her so they were connected and dipped his head, kissing over her breast and tracing his tongue around her nipple before starting to suck it sofly. He hummed soflty in appreciation when his fingers brushed over her hip and then lower to the soft curls at the peak of her legs. God he was horny, and so hard for her. The adrenaline of the day was starting to niggle inside him again and he could feel the soft electric bolts of arousal across his skin. He wished he could kiss and touch over her body all at the same time, but he didn't want to rush this. There was no need to rush anything.
Serena couldn't remember the last time they'd taken their time, or even if they had ever taken their time. There had been sporadic moments of foreplay dotted through their encounters, but nothing like this. This was about contact, and needing each other, and the sheer powerful arousal that seemed to have taken over both of them. Serena was just as keen to touch every inch of him at once, and she opened her legs further as she snaked one around his so that they were more connected. Her hand finally brushed along his cock and she sucked in a breath with how hard he was, almost pulsing under her touch. And all because of her. The knowledge made her let out a sound like a purr and she circled her fingers around his tip, smiling a little as she watched him. His blue eyes were almost dark as she met his gaze, the cheeky glint they normally held swallowed by lust. Her tongue darted out to wet her lips and she fought the urge to lift her hips.
It took a lot of effort for Chris not to just kneel there and start rocking enthusiastically against her hand. It was all it would take, if he let it. He was pretty sure they were beyond the line of just hand jobs, though. Hand jobs these days were more just isolated to when there was no time for anything else, and no time for losing the clothing. Speaking of, he had no choice but to break the contact momentarily so he could sit back and pull his boxers off. Grey Calvins, nothing exactly special, but nothing he wanted to stick around for the main show, either. He took the break to take the condom and tear the wrapper with his teeth. Just like a surgery, getting the prep out of the way before they got down to business. And then he was back, rubber now in place so it could be forgotten about, and he was lying between her legs, smiling softly down at her. He smoothed his hand down over her thigh so he could cup her cute little ass in his palm. Of course he had checked out her ass in the past. In fact, it was one of the first points he got to on the first day she arrived for the start of her residency. She just didn't know that.
Serena brushed her fingers against his cheek as she looked up at him, her stomach tightening briefly with the excitement of what would come. She bit her lip briefly, her eyes becoming hooded. This time there was no cataloguing of anatomy. She was getting to know Chris' body better than even her own, and the idea didn't scare her. In fact it just fuelled her because she wanted to know it; know him. She pulled him down for a kiss, her tongue teasing against his bottom lip as she sucked on it softly before deepening the kiss as her fingers pushed up into his hair, while her other hand slid back down to rest on is ass. The gray Calvins might not have been special, but there was nothing he couldn't make look good with an ass like this. She just preferred it naked, and in her bed. Her entire body seemed to start to tingle with anticipation, and her fingers tugged on his hair gently.
Chris was already a little breathless from arousal and he made sure she was at least in a comfy position first before he shifted and got comfortable between her legs. He figured there would be some serious disapproval if anyone at work got wind of this. First the fact she was the new resident, and then after his whole shoeless disaster hitting the grapevine gossip mill at burning pace it almost left skidmarks on the lino corridors. And considering how Proctor reacted to just Chris trying to cover Serena's ass after a mistake, he could well be risking his job here. They were things at the back of his mind that he wouldn't be entirely capable of shaking, but at that moment, they didn't matter. Two consenting adults, and all that. He caught her lips in another kiss, picking it up where it was left off while he found a position and then he embraced her close against him, entering her in a smooth thrust with a rough exhalation of breath at the feeling.
Serena clenched around him automatically as she held him in place while kissing him back, her fingers digging into his ass. He always felt amazing inside her even with the condom. He just seemed to fit just right. She knew all the dangers in what they were doing, especially if they were discovered but she was selfish enough to still want this for herself. To still want him. It didn't feel wrong, and maybe that was a sign. Surely if it was really that bad there was no way it would feel this natural. They just had this chemistry, even before they started to sleep together. And so far they could keep it out of the work place. No one was any the wiser. They just figured they were getting to be close friends. Only friends didn't make her moan and nearly want to come just from the first thrust.
Chris started to kiss her deeply again, losing himself in it as there was burning hunger behind it. Once she released him from preventing his movements, he started to move within her, finding an easy rhythm and grunting softly from the eager exertion. There was maybe a bit more intensity from being cut off that morning, but only in a physical sense. A penis could have a mind of its own sometimes and it really wasn't going to be opposing hitting a touchdown this time. They were moving intensely together already, finding a rhythm together and the sheets beneath them already becoming ruffled. He let his hand explore over her body, enjoying the smoothness of her skin. He was so wrapped around her, though, that it made access to certain parts of her difficult, but it just didn't matter. The emotions of the day surged forward to the forefront, that desperate need for comfort and company, and it was coming out in each and every thrust of his hips, like he just couldn't quite get deep enough inside her. And indeed, he growled softly in frustration, tucking his hand under her ass and pulling her up on the next downward thrust to afford him just a little more depth into her.
Serena's hands gripped onto Chris tightly as he drove deeper inside her, a moan of his name escaping her lips. Their bodies were already covered in fine sheen of perspiration, and Serena released her grip to slide her arms under his and sweep her hands down his back. He always didn't feel amazing. She tried not to moan on every thrust, but his name really did issue from her lips at least on every third. She couldn't help it. Her gaze stayed locked with his until she pulled him in for a deep kiss, making sure she lifted her hips to keep taking him deeper. She didn't want this to end, didn't want their bodies to stop being connected. It was reminding her just how much she really had needed the comfort and the connection with another human being. But not just anybody - Chris. The kiss broke, and her head fell back against the pillow as she arched her back with pleasure, her foot pressing against the bed.
Pushing back, Chris appreciated the view of her beneath him, aroused and writhing with pleasure. He was panting for breath and his tongue dipped out to quickly wet his lips. Holding himself up on one hand so he could still watched her like this but get leverage to maintain the heated rhythm they had between them. With his free hand, he teased his fingertips over the sweet curve of her breast and his thumb slipped down the sweep of her cleavage. He smiled appreciatively, his eyes shining as he bit down on his lip before leaning down to press some soft kisses in the wake of his fingers. It spurred on another wave of hunger in him, and her name fell huskily from his lips, rocking his hips forward in another deep thrust. Their damp skin slid together with ease, and he groaned when his mouth hungrily swept across her breasts. His arousal intensified and he increased his pace reflexively, kissing roughly up over her chest to her throat, her jaw, and finally reaching her mouth again. He smiled against her lips, the tip of his tongue brushing softly against the corner of them. "This beats popcorn and Casablanca, huh?" he joked in a breathless whisper before picking up the kiss again, his tongue seeking out hers when his hand lifted her leg up to his hip so he could cup her ass and squeeze it affectionately.
Serena managed a nod just before he kissed her again, unable to stop smiling for a moment before she pushed her tongue against his and moaned into his mouth. She didn't want to just lie there, she wanted to make sure he felt just as amazing as she did. Every touch of his fingers, or lips, or hands had her feeling like her skin was on fire and she couldn't get enough. She gave his ass a firm squeeze before sweeping her hand up his back, and scraping her fingernails back down over his skin. She couldn't help herself. There was a small part of her that wanted to make sure he left with a mark from their encounter. Something more permanent than a lost shoe, and something a little more private. They were all about keeping it secret, and she wasn't going to change that. Not if it meant jeopardising whatever it was they did have. She still felt like they were teetering on the line between friends and lovers, and she was scared to nudge them in either direction. All the physical sensations were starting to become too much though, and Serena let out another moan in warning. She was getting close, and squeezed her leg around him.
Chris might have a reputation as being a man whore or a player, but that didn't mean he wasn't an attentive lover. He could be, with the right person. Casual sex was just that, body parts, sweat, and orgasms. This wasn't that. They both knew it deep down, and although in the cold light of day, they might both put it down to comfort to make it easier to deal with, the truth was, there wasn't much better way for comfort and companionship than this... if you trusted each other. It helped relieve stress, and was a distraction to all they had gone through that day. Even in the preceding weeks. It had been a bit of a rollercoaster since Rayner crazed out on them and walked out buck naked. Then Proctor came, and he turned everything upside down. But that aside, even the cases they had in had been intense, and it was all a domino effect ending in Tuck getting stabbed right under their noses by one of their own patients. So what if this was more? After everything, maybe they'd had a few wake up calls of their own. He held her close, focusing on watching her face between some disjointed, hungry kisses that couldn't linger for how breathless they were. He kept his rhythm even and smooth, taking her and filling her completely with each roll of his hips. He nuzzled her cheek and then nudged her nose softly with his so she was forced to look up and meet his eyes. He smiled at her, searching her eyes. "Let it go, love," he coaxed in a hoarse whisper and then he was kissing her again, not roughly this time, his lips meeting hers warmly as he sucked softly on her lower lip.
Serena wasn't sure what got to her first. She needed the release after the day they'd had, the day she'd had. She'd been played, she'd found Tuck lying in his own blood... She'd been rocked to her very core. Chris had been there to pick her up. He'd helped pull her back together in the best way possible. She hadn't been able to avoid his gaze, and didn't even want to. Not until he kissed her again. Serena shifted her hands to push them up into his hair, and held him close as her back arched and she shuddered and trembled beneath him. Her inner muscles clenched tightly around Chris as she held him deep inside and the orgasm tore through her. The kiss broke as she whispered his name and looked up into his eyes, and she stroked her fingers down his cheek as her chest rose and fall with shallow breaths.
Chris's breath left him in a rush when it became impossible to fight off the arousal any longer. He dropped his head, looking down between them and catching a sight of them connected so intimately. Something sparked inside him; he didn't know what, he didn't think he would probably even let himself stop to analyse it, but it pushed him over the edge and with a few more intense thrusts, he stilled, groaning out her name as the shuddering climax rocked his whole body. It took a few moments in that blinded, post-orgasmic bliss to try and get his brain working again and he released the weight off his arms, lowering himself down onto her carefully and resting his head on her chest while he tried to catch his breath. He could feel her heart beating rapidly against his cheek, could even hear it, and he tucked his arm around hers, brushing his fingers across her slicked skin.
Serena sighed contentedly, her fingers combing through his hair as she looked down at him resting against her chest. Her tongue slipped out to wet her lips and it took a moment for her brain to kick in before she could speak. And even then she wasn't sure what she was supposed to say exactly, so she just said the one thing that was sitting at the forefront of her mind. "You fixed my clicker."
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